It's getting harder in the streets to survive in '95

It's snakes alive, so black prepare to drive

in the outside lane and bounce on all traffic

niggas in my midst only make me get graphic

detailed description, funk overdose

niggas from coast to coast get that ass ready for the roast

fuck the barbecue

If you're asking how many members is missing it's probably two

I came inside the party to,

help you recognise, how every second flys

so the way i'ma sum it up it's time to organise

but before we do that part, some of us got to get

our minds together and get off the bullshit



I watch the white watch the red and blue fight all night

on the American flag another gang banger bag

we're loosing at a rate that's tragic, peace to my man ryan o,

as round the way we called him magic

a brother who just wanted to chill and play ball

light skin, was ye tall, he used to say 'Paul',

'You coming out with something?', I used to say 'No Doubt'

he wasn't into dumbing out or fronting

and to my other brother man who used to call me 'Yankee'

i got enough problems with the people that don't thank me,

when I hold the door, we in the same hall on the same side

that's why some times I got to slide

cos my own be flipping

step up in my path and get hit by a mental ass whipping

get off that bullshit



When opportunity knocks you got to answer nowadays

to make power plays we must change our ways

and use all the resources that life has to offer

strong will survive, weak will get softer

so get offa the bullshit is the name of the poem

to the metronome, take it one time to the dome

as the right type of hype kid, you know i'm legit

with my new funk hit, get off the bullshit